Memory is strange.

Today I watched The Sting, which I hadn’t seen since it first came out. I only had one specific memory from the movie... which turned out not to be in it at all. That happened with some other show recently too. Weird.

I now have a whole bunch more Lord Peter Wimsey books from the library, including a posthumously completed one. Also, I found myself explaining to D. what makes baseball interesting (beyond the statistics), as he was having to endure it on the TV during dinner (Go Giants!), and then we had fun making analogies between various sports. Including Quidditch, of course.